Billie sat in his room, his room plain. The only thing on his wall was a clock.
His room consisted of a pile of clean clothes, a plain bed, two pairs of shoes, and a pile of dirty clothes.
His mother's religion was a minimalist religion.
Billie hated it so much.
He wanted to be like all the other teenagers in the suburban town.
His backpack was white, and only had one binder, a folder, a notebook, and three mechanical pencils.
"Billie Joe!"
The boy walked to the living room, where his mother was.
"Yes, mama?"
"Love, can you make me some lemonade?"
He nodded and walked to the kitchen.
While he was making the drink, he blankly stared at the sink, reflecting on his life.
He was 16, he had one friend.
His name was Jared, and he was someone from his mother's church.
Jared was one of the most annoying kids on the planet.
Billie's hair was a natural blondish, but his eyebrows were black.
"Here you go, mama."
He handed her a clear glass cup of lemonade.
"Thank you, boy."
She turned back to the book she was reading.
Billie went to his room, and he threw on his thin blanket.
He dozed off until the next day.
He woke up on time, since he wasn't allowed to have an alarm. "Too much material."
He dressed himself, black skinny jeans, a plain white t-shirt he had drawn a smiley face on, sneakers, and a plain grey pullover hoodie.
He threw on his back-pack and smiled at his mother as he walked out.
He loved his mother to death, but living differently and not like a regular family, sucked.
He walked to school, as he lived a couple of blocks away.
All Billie Joe had was an MP3 player, and black earphones.
His playlist consisted of old fashioned instrumental music, not a single pop, rock, rap song in the device.
He hadn't heard anything from this age.
He didn't have a phone, so he couldn't call his mother.
He was a good kid, so his mother trusted him.
When lunch time came around, Billie walked to his normal hang out spot where Jared sat. A table under a tree.
"Hi, Jared." Billie said, indifferently.
"Hi, Billie Joe!" Jared was hyper, his normal state.
Jared began talking about how he's going to church camp in the summer, and how he loves his new notebook, which he showed Billie.
It was a big 5-subject notebook, so he wouldn't have to carry around 5 different notebooks.
Billie didn't pay attention to him, instead drawing in his own notebook.
Jared gasped and covered his mouth.
"Look at what they're wearing!" Jared whispered to Billie.
Billie looked up, and saw a tall boy, bleached blonde hair, wearing a shirt that said "The Ramones." He has black ripped skinny jeans, and a leather jacket with all kinds of pins on it.
The boy smiled at Billie and Billie smiled back, blushing as he looked back down to his notebook.
"Billie Joe, look at that one!"
Billie looked up, he saw another kid with long red hair, a leather jacket, super skinny jeans, and a ripped grey sleeveless shirt.
"Jared, what's wrong with it?" Billie snapped.
"Th-They're.."
"They're what?" Billie closed his notebook, shoving it into his backpack.
"They're weird. They're going against our rules-..."
Billie cut him off, standing up.
"They're cool. Our rules are wrong. I'm tired of being secluded from everyone else! Bye, Jared!"
Billie walked after the two punk kids.
Billie was tired of being pushed around because he didn't know who today's rappers were, or the fact that he wasn't allowed to watch tv.
Hell, he didn't know how to work a remote.
He was tired of being laughed at because he was the quiet kid.
"Hi." The red head greeted Billie.
"H-Hi." Billie looked at his feet, and waving.
"Hey, don't be scared, we won't do anything to you." The blonde boy informed Billie.
"What's your name, hon?" The redhead lifted Billie's chin.
"I-I'm Billie. With an IE."
The tall one nodded.
"I'm Mike. That's Gerard."
"Who's that on your shirt?" Billie asked, completely oblivious to the band on Mike's shirt.
Mike and Gerard looked at each other.
"No..."
"Kid, do you know who The Ramones are?"
Billie shook his head.
"Holy- do you know who Queen is?" Gerard asked.
"The Beatles?"
"I know who they are I-.."
He was cut off by Mike.
"What's your phone number?"
"I-I don't have a phone no- No.. i don't have a phone."
Mike gasped and gave Billie a square black device.
"We gotta save this kid before he starts listening to mainstream."
"Here. The code is 32213." Mike explained, unlocking the phone.
"I'll text you later, do you know how to use a keyboard?"
Billie nodded.
The bell rang, and Gerard said bye, leaving to his next class.
"Okay, make sure you text back later. I'll leave it on vibrate."
Billie blushed and smiled as Mike's hand brushed against his.
You're so awkward. Billie thought to himself.
"Talk to you later." Billie called after Mike.
Mike turned around and gave him a thumbs up.
Billie finally had new friends.
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There will be a part two to this one, do you want a short story?
